Ghetts – Driver's Anthem (2014) | Track profile | Dork

Ghetts – Driver's Anthem (2014) | Track profile | Dork

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Driver's Anthem

[Intro]

Know, you know about cruising [?]

(The third gear, fourth, slip it in fifth)

Fam, let's stop right now (Yeah)

(Windows low)

Music up (It's road)

Blap, blap, blap, blap, blap, blap

[Chorus] x2

This be that driving music

Windows low, cruise with me

Music pumping, seat back

No seat belt but we strapped

And relaxed with females that feed cats

I don't need help but these girls just ain't the type to clean flats

[Verse 1]

I got my foot to the pedal

Pedal to the floor, I'm gone again

I'm on the E13

With a couple of shots to lick

See feds put the belt buckle across me, quick

Two man up but don't tense

I came out in 2-3, I've been in no show since

Now I got the pen that kinda don't stop

I'm off ends with .8s on the four door

Some man have got this money in more war

It's not logical

Me, I'm trying get as much paper as possible

But some think because I'm proper cool

I ain't got a tool

I'll stick something in your ear like cotton wool

I'm irresponsible, I'm in the hard times

Something like Halle in Monster's Ball

So if you're in the whip now, then honk your horn

I got drugs in my boxers

But I swear down, I ain't going back to the box at all

Every since Mike made Off The Wall

From then to now, I ain't never lost my balls

Police on the rear view, some would've lost their cool

Panics and probably stool

I stay calm and collected

Even though I'm on a car with the fresh beard

[Chorus] x2

This be that driving music

Windows low, cruise with me

Music pumping, seat back

No seat belt but we strapped

And relaxed with females that feed cats

I don't need help but these girls just ain't the type to clean flats

[Verse 2]

I roll past with the windows down

My face is bait so the ring go "wow"

I'm at a red light, with a bottle of red stripes

You feel me, they're flashing headlights

I ain't rolling to West life

If I'm going out, I'm going out like left, die

Full speed like, let's die

I'm just joking, take time

I'm stacking up for a next ride

BM but not a next five

I wonder one fed's drive

I've been in the back with handcuffs

Don't call it a test drive

You see, when I get signed

I'ma be in the front of the beamer for once

All black but on chrome wheels

Mahogany interior, the cream leather seats, that's raw appeal

Some say why when I get signed?

Because I can't get insurance with no deal

I've had six bans and twelve driving convictions

And it can't be my car that I won't steal

I'm something like Memphis

And that's more than a metaphor

You might see me in Eleanor with my food to the pedal

Pedal to the floor

[Chorus] x2

This be that driving music

Windows low, cruise with me

Music pumping, seat back

No seat belt but we strapped

And relaxed with females that feed cats

I don't need help but these girls just ain't the type to clean flats

[Verse 3]

I roll past with roof up

Not because it's too hard

I'm promoting my music

How can you not hear my new shit from the boombox?

Take note, it's exclusive

I'm a dapper don

You feel me, put your hazards on

I play shows of acoustics

I'm disturbing the peace like [?]

So if the whip's in the slow lane

You can be a victim of road rage

Stupid, even those above old age are elusive

Okay, you're in the old shit

That don't mean that I won't say move it, before I lose it

I'm in East, on my to Kew Bridge

Looking at a location for my new vid

By now, the weather's fuming

And I'm caught in traffic

With somebody's wife on my line, talking marriage

I made the road embarrassed

I put her in the line to the ting that was next to me

She said "bitch, you'll be walking with baggage"

Anyway, me and whips go together like coleslaw carrots

Everyday, I flip over the cheddar

I be [?] the package

[Chorus] x2

This be that driving music

Windows low, cruise with me

Music pumping, seat back

No seat belt but we strapped

And relaxed with females that feed cats

I don't need help but these girls just ain't the type to clean flats

[Outro]

Let me hear that, Dan

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